FOR YOUR REFERENCE, the reason I call them The Mop Heads is because that is among the things they were called that when they first gained fame but more so because in the cartoon strip, when Michael Doonesbury's younger brother was mocking his older brother for not knowing the current scene, he said he kept up, that he'd gone to hear Wings. As I recall, when he says that his younger brother smiles and condescendingly says, "Oh, yeah, the smart mop head." To which Michael says, that was John and complained about his brother not needing to be so condescending. I have a near perfect memory of comic strips that I liked at the time.
And because it gets under the skin of the schmuck who trolls and lies about me and is such a perfect example of a play-lefty douche bag of the early 60 generation still spouting all of the common-received-false bits of "wisdom" from that period.
It's kind of funny that a geezer the same age as Trump who so recently gushed over an almost 60 year old record from The Byrds and admits to having been driven by nostalgic emotions to breaking down sobbing at a song from the Rubber Soul era mop heads (or was it Revolver, it's not important enough for me to have noticed) accuses me of being stuck in the past when I regularly post stuff from musicians half their age and almost never post standards. I'd bet if you assigned a guess at ages based on what we post on our blogs, you'd get him as a geezer living in the 1960s era past and would mistake me for someone younger. And speaking of schmucks. Remember, Simp's is the one who angrily denied that the reason Milton Berle's performance career receded till his last show was him being the MC of a lame early Saturday night bowling show in 1960 was because he didn't keep refreshing his act with new material, probably arrogantly figuring he didn't have to do that because he'd already hit the big time. The lower the substance to show biz material, the higher the need for constantly refreshing it or the people who heard it get bored with it and move on. Same with music. Truth might be eternal (eternity not having yet happened in human experience, who knows?) but fiction and misconception get old too and always let you down in the end.
Trolling gets boring too. That is unless you put it to use.
Update: "Why do you like radio drama and hate movies?"
I thought about this one before, it's because radio drama, even more so audio drama, now, is very inexpensive to make, far easier to do a professional job with than the movies that you're more apt to get new and different material, closer to the intention of the writer, the actors and the director. It's what Rod Serling said he loved about the time he was a radio drama writer and why when he went to TV he had a harder time keeping it good and fresh. Too much money at stake, the more pressure there is to make it predictable and commercial. The two plays I posted Saturday were probably not something that would have any success as a move or even TV show (there's a reason that Serling's TV stuff is still, at times, fresh whereas most TV from that era smells like an old trunk kept in a damp basement. Movies age faster than an old newspaper, if the newspaper was any good to start with.
You'll notice that I don't often post "golden age" radio drama, not necessarily because it's all old and moldy but because it tends to be predictable and . . . venerable. I try to post things you probably didn't have any exposure to by writers I'd never heard of, that's what I look for when I'm looking for something to listen to. And things with good actors and writers, though some of those legendary writers are better in legend than their stuff turns out to be when heard again. A lot of Arch Oboler's stuff, much of it was consciously innovative at the time, strikes me as period while that of Norman Corwin tends to stay fresh longer. Corwin was a better writer. Oboler's legendary horror stuff doesn't interest me, the news is plenty horrifying without make believe.
I hate about 98% of the movies because they are a major venue of selfishness, ego-centrism, lies and racist, misogynistic greed. And they're so friggin' boring. Hollywood is ground zero for the revival of American fascism, there and wherever FOX is located. Rupert Murdoch bought a Hollywood studio when he wanted to do for American fascism what he'd done for it in Australia and Britland. And the Reagan administration let the porn-merchant, fascist liar in to do it to benefit Republican-fascism. I fucking hate Hollywood for the role it's played in this.
Update: The world's oldest tween from Teaneck apparently doesn't understand what I said about Murdoch, an eminently exculdable porn merchant of the kind that Reagan's AG would have railed against if he hadn't wanted him here to promote fascism as he had in Australia and Britland before he did the same here. Here is a short and bitter, contemporaneous explanation from the LA Times:
Murdoch Becomes U.S. Citizen, Can Buy TV Network
L.A. Times Archives
Sep. 4, 1985 12 AM PT
United Press International
NEW YORK —
Rupert Murdoch, Australian-born publishing magnate, became a U.S. citizen today, removing an obstacle to his acquisition of a network of independent American television stations.
Murdoch, 54, has been living in the United States since 1973. He was joined in the courtroom ceremony by 185 other aliens.
By becoming an American citizen, Murdoch gave up his Australian citizenship since neither government recognizes dual citizenship.
Murdoch recently purchased 50% of 20th Century Fox Film Corp. and plans to purchase Metromedia, the nation’s largest group of independent television stations, including KTTV in Los Angeles. Under federal regulations an alien may not own more than 20% of a broadcast license.
Murdoch publishing crap on paper wouldn't have been able to do what he did here with TV. It was his goal to destroy egalitarian democracy here as he had rendered it ineffective everywhere he could. The self-retarded Teanecker is so ga-ga over the shit Murdoch makes his money from, his entertainment shit, that he can't stand anyone to point out it's all part of the same fascist package.
And Simps believes he's so in the know when it comes to media because, you know, he worked for an ad flyer.
Sweet Jeebus, the lack of self-awareness and the contempt for history in the above would be hilarious if it wasn't so sad.
ReplyDelete"I regularly post stuff from musicians half their age and almost never post standards."
Here's a clue, Sparky -- there's nothing more pathetic than a geezer like you trying to claim he's still hep and cutting edge.
Carla fucking Bley? Definition of irony -- she recorded her alleged masterpiece in the Summer of Love. You know, 1967 -- the same year as "Sgt. Pepper."
So two years after The Byrds did Turn, Turn, Turn, that had you wetting your pants last week and Rubber Soul that had you sobbing into your beer. I was unaware that anyone called A Genuine Tong Funeral Carla Bley's "masterpiece" she having composed so brilliantly all along. She's still alive, last I looked, still, as Steve Swallow said, not playing any cliches even as you play nothing else.
DeleteI never said I didn't post older musicians, even older music, I said that the average age of the music I post is a lot more recent than the endless repetition of what you post.
I wouldn't say that any one of her albums is "her masterpiece." I'll leave that kind of talk to people who produce only one or to the typical ad flyer babble you recite.
This is the end for another year unless you come up with something I care to answer, It may be the end, period. I'm not interested in what the elders of Eschaton think they're thinking because it's so rarely that they do any of that. I can't guarantee I won't write stuff that will get your little pinafore in a knot and stomping your little foot. I'd guess a size six or seven. Considering your shortness obsession.